She's afraid of being left, so she does all the leaving. I'm not sure what she believes she's achieving other than being so deceiving.
Anybody that she shows affection thinks they have a connection. Little do they know they're just part of a collection. She won't allow herself to get close, that's her form of protection.
Living everyday on the run trying to escape the things that she has done. Everything that falls on her shoulders feels like a ton, wouldn't it be easier for her to pick up a gun?
Some would think its inhumane to live with all this pain, maybe that's what is driving her insane? Or telling her brain to pump more poison into her veins. How much darkness could one person contain before their only wish is be slain?
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 8:07 PM UTC
She's afraid of being left, so she does all the leaving. I'm not sure what she believes she's achieving other than being so deceiving.
Anybody that she shows affection thinks they have a connection. Little do they know they're just part of a collection. She won't allow herself to get close, that's her form of protection.
Living everyday on the run trying to escape the things that she has done. Everything that falls on her shoulders feels like a ton, wouldn't it be easier for her to pick up a gun?
Some would think its inhumane to live with all this pain, maybe that's what is driving her insane? Or telling her brain to pump more poison into her veins. How much darkness could one person contain before their only wish is be slain?
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